“In the Wassertorstrasse one week was much like another. Our leaky stuffy little attic smelt of cooking and bad drains. When the living-room stove was alight, we could hardly breathe; when it wasn’t we froze. The weather had turned very cold.”
(C.Isherwood: Goodbye to Berlin)
Ebenfalls aus Berlin, aber herzerwärmend: der Staubgold-Podcast.